Poems from TailsRules

Your words were a Machete Sliced through my essence Causing me to doubt The need of my presence   Am I that loathsome? Perfect-I know-not...
Weep not for me BUt be glad I am free From a life sad   When dawn comes And I cease to be Remember my warmth When you remember me   Oh...
Forty years ago My father went here A 13-year-old 8th grader Finishing his last year   Thirty years afterwards That was me We both...
 As he was carried And laid to rest We remembered the works He did that were best Oh the great Frederick Douglass!  Who spoke for his race...
Oh Bayard Oh Bayard How tragic for you For your name to be eschewed-ignored Except by a few Athlete-student-singer You were a Renaissance...

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